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Today I got a flower. I put it in a bowl with water and dirt. every day, water it, again and again, but the flower didn't seem to like this. I continued my routine Until the flower was feeble and I stopped. I asked a friend, “no idea,” they said. That was a lie. I don't have any friends. But turns out the flower didn't need the water and I needed something else.
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Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 1:05 AM UTC
Solitude and Water
Today I got a flower. I put it in a bowl with water and dirt. every day, water it, again and again, but the flower didn't seem to like this. I continued my routine Until the flower was feeble and I stopped. I asked a friend, “no idea,” they said. That was a lie. I don't have any friends. But turns out the flower didn't need the water and I needed something else.
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Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 1:05 AM UTC
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